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MINN LEE said very little after their visitors had gone. She sat stitching at the embroidery frame, her mind apparently intent upon her work. Tony lay on the couch, the stub of a cigar in one corner of his mouth, a newspaper in his hand.
"She is lovely," said Minn Lee suddenly, apropos nothing. "Very lovely."